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A Babe Is Born in Kandahar |
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A babe is born in Kandahar In the tent a midwife brings her know-how Done! The sweating mother on her elbows now takes the child; overhead the brilliant star.
A babe is born in the province of Darfur Soon may perish by machete No living being is deemed to petty For sacrifice; no family too poor.
A babe is born again in Palestine But fear pervades the place of birth No angels here no shepherds’ mirth So easily sudden death can cross the line.
Each birth’s a breaking open of a future hope A hidden power, a possibility to finally cope.
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